After quickly pushing Harry out onto my back patio, I quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed the same bag of pretzels from before and sat down at the counter. I couldn’t believe my dad was actually coming home now, out of all the other times he could’ve come home.
Normally I would’ve been excited that my dad got to come home early, but I know why he came home and it’s a reason that I’d rather him stay at work, especially since Harry is here. I guess I could conclude now that my dad has my phone, because I’m pretty sure that text is the reason why he is here. It has to be pretty important for my dad to take of work and come home in the middle of the day. The only other times he had really come home early was on my birthdays, and sometimes some other days if something was going on.
It’s obviously not my birthday so it was clear something was going on. I was just hoping my dad didn’t find the sudden urge to go out on the patio today. I was also hoping that Harry had hid himself out of sight so if my dad decided to walk past the back door to the patio, he wouldn’t see Harry out there.
I didn’t know how long my dad would be staying here at home, but I was hoping it wasn’t going to be for long. I felt bad that I was hoping and wishing that my dad wasn’t going to stay at home for long, because usually I would enjoy it if he did. It’s just if he stays home for the rest of the day, it’s going to make it harder to get Harry out from hiding him on the patio and getting him back to his car.
Oh god Harry’s car.
I was praying that my dad didn’t notice his car this time too. I knew Harry had parked it a few houses down, but I didn’t see how many houses down. If my dad sees it at a different house he’ll probably wonder why it isn’t parked in front of Margret’s house like it was before when he first saw it. I honestly hoped that he didn’t put the pieces together of the car, because I’m pretty positive that he knows that Harry was coming over because of that text that I’m guessing he saw.
Sometimes my dad does drive into the neighborhood on the alternate entrance that Harry doesn’t use, so there is a possible chance that my dad won’t even drive past the car. I had to stop thinking about the stupid cars though when I heard my dad’s keys being inserted into the lock and the door being opened a few seconds later.
I had to try my best to keep my appearance causal, because I normally wasn’t very good at hiding my motives or what I’ve been up to. I felt my whole body shaking like crazy and I was hoping that it wasn’t very noticeable to my dad.
“Hey dad,” I said rather a bit too cheerfully as my dad walked into the kitchen.
By the look on his face I could tell this isn’t the scene he expected to walk into. I’m still not positively sure that he knows about the text Harry sent, but assuming he does I’m guessing he was expecting to walked into Harry sitting here at the counter with me, not me by myself.
“Hey Gabi,” he said back to me.
He seemed a bit distracted though, and I noticed him trying to subtly and casually look around, like he was looking for something, or probably someone. I kept a conversation going though because I wanted to be sure that he’d stay in here, and I wanted to get him to stop looking around, and if he were talking to me then it would distract and stop him from doing it a bit.
“So why are you home early?” I asked him.
“No reason really, just felt like coming home for lunch today since I was given the option,” he said.
Thankfully he wasn’t going to be staying here the rest of the day, so I could get Harry out from the patio.
“So what’ve you been up to so far today?” he asked me before I could even get the chance to answer what he said before.
“Not much really, ate breakfast, watched a bit of TV, and now I’m here, eating pretzels,” I said and pointed to my bag of pretzels.
He just nodded, but I knew he wasn’t convinced. I knew he probably just want to burst out and tell me about the text he saw and accuse me of having Harry come over, even though I did have him come over, he doesn’t know if Harry is even here or not.
I kind of wondered why he wasn’t just coming out and asking where Harry was or something, but I remembered that I don’t think he knows that I know about the text. Or maybe he does think that I know, I don’t know, either way my head is a jumbled mess right now trying to figure out what to say or do right now.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“Yep, pretty much,” I said, which wasn’t exactly a lie because I really didn’t get to do anything with Harry yet, unless you count searching for my phone, since after he got here he told me about the text.
“No one came over or anything?” he asked, and now I knew for sure he saw what Harry sent to my phone.
“No, Bella’s still working on her project,” I honestly didn’t know if she was working on it, but I’m not really in a situation where I could completely tell the truth to him.
“Anyone planning on coming over?” he asked me.
“Dad, I just told you Bella is still working on her project, plus I don’t even have a phone right now to call any other friends that I don’t have,” I told him.
“Right, you don’t have your phone, so how do you know Bella is still working on her project?” he asked, and he was trying to make the tone of his voice more casual.
“We do have a home phone dad, and I know her number by heart,” I said, and he just nodded.
I could sense the tension between us right now as we both tried to remain casual in this situation like neither of us was hiding something. Thing is, he doesn’t know that I already know what he is trying to hide by the questions he is asking.
Whereas he thinks he’s knows what I’m not telling him, and even though what he thinks is probably right that Harry planned on coming to the house today, I wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“Well I guess I’m going to make myself some lunch then and then get headed back to work,” he told me.
“Okay,” I said as he walked to the fridge and took out some microwave meal of course.
I honestly really hated lying to my dad, and the fact that he thinks I’m lying and has caught me in one or two lies recently makes me feel like I’m losing his trust, and I hated that feeling.
After my dad had finished eating his meal and threw everything away, he said bye to me and then headed out the door. I opened the curtain in the front window a bit so I could watch until he was fully and completely out of sight and then probably out of the neighborhood before I went to get Harry. When I got to the back patio and opened the door, I could see Harry’s tall figure crouched down behind the potted plants.
“You know next time you might want to find a better hiding place,” I told him which cause him to immediately stand up.
“You saw me?” he asked, clearly disappointed that he wasn’t hidden as well as he thought he was. “Yep,” I said as I walked back inside with him walking behind me.
“So is your dad gone?” he asked once we were both back inside.
“No Harry, he’s still here that’s why I’m bringing you back in the house,” I said sarcastically.
“Right,” he said, realizing that his question was pretty much pointless.
We then walked back into the living room, and Harry began to ask me about basically everything that my dad was saying and what he asked me, and everything I said to him.